Class Fabric Part 2

The surprises kept coming out of the box of fabric I thrifted for my friend's quilting class. This pile of dark blue velveteen scraps equals about a yard, and as she only needs quilting cottons she gave it to me for my textile art.

I'm also keeping all the cross stitch pieces we found mixed in with the fabric. The needlework is fabulous, and I really can't believe someone donated such pretty pieces.

A sampler with lambs, bunnies and beautiful colors.

There was even a Santa sampler. I'm going to frame and hang the samplers, and incorporate the smaller pieces in my calendar quilting project for next year.

Finally we hauled out four yards of 90" wide cram colored canvas, which I will also be keeping as it's too heavy for my friend's needs. To make up the different I let her raid my yardage stash, and she now has enough fabric to supply two classes.

I'm not going to try to put a value on this lot, as the hand stitched pieces to me are priceless. I can tell you that the Spoonflower fabrics retail for $34.00 per yard, which will give you a ballpark idea of how valuable it is. I paid $15.99 for the entire lot, which came in well under my friend's $20.00 budget.

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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